The little piece of bone on the X-ray printout mocked me as the doctor said the words "surgery" and "crutches" and "MRI."
I sat on the hospital bed in shock – did I seriously just break my leg? Was the X-ray wrong? Could that little fragment just stop its field trip through my knee joint and go back where it belongs, please?
Until this year, I hadn't broken a bone or needed crutches – I've led a cautious life. So it's been hard for me to transition from a life of hustling all over campus to months of ice, crutches, pain pills and frustration.
I cannot think of a campus more ill-fitted for crutches, with constant topographical changes that make my abs and arms scream in pain just typing these words. We all like to complain about walking up those hills, but you don't know hills until you've had to conquer them on crutches.